Seeing Qian Xinxin's goal was achieved easily, Yang Kun once again sighed at Qian Xinxin's ability, and then began to plan in his mind.
"This Western invasion is a disaster but also an opportunity. Not only can we save innocent people while resisting the Western invasion, but we can also take the opportunity to spread our name."
Zhao Yishan and the others nodded in agreement, but Qian Xinxin suddenly remembered that Yang Kun seemed to have no name yet.
"Although saying your name directly will help us expand our strength, it still feels a little bit lacking without a name. So, A-Kun, do you want to think about what your name will be in the future?"
"Name?"
Yang Kun was stunned for a moment, then he looked at the mountains outside the house and suddenly became a little dazed. Speaking of names, he really hadn't thought about it.
"Why don't you just put my name aside for now? It's still early anyway. You can think about your own name first."
"Okay." Qian Xinxin, Zhao Yishan, Jiang Wenlong, Qi Ming, Tie Xiangyang and the other five people thought about it and felt that what Yang Kun said made sense, so they all agreed.
Yang Kun looked at Qian Xinxin, Jiang Wenlong, Zhao Yishan, Qi Ming, and Tie Xiangyang who were gathered together discussing how they should name themselves, then turned and looked outside.
This time, it seems that this is the battle that will make them famous all over the world.
On the northern border, teams of Western soldiers were patrolling. In the central tent, Frelin Orles was sitting in a chair listening to the narration of the sound transmission crane.
"… Yang Kun, who has emerged as a rising star, has defeated the Western forces' Thunder King Leslie and Storm Son Lilith one after another. His strength is extraordinary. In comparison, the strength of other members of the Eastern forces is ordinary…"
Freling listened to Feihe's words carelessly. Except for a flash of surprise in his eyes when he heard Yang Kun's name, he didn't react at all.
Watching the sound-transmitting crane finally stop making any sound and burn into a pile of ashes in an instant, Frelin lowered his eyes and remained silent...
"Report! There is a man named Qi Delong outside the tent who wants to see the general!"
"What?"
When Freling heard Chidron's name, he suddenly lost his composure, but quickly returned to normal.
"Go, pass it up."
"yes!"
After watching the soldier who delivered the message push it away, Freling couldn't help but start thinking.
Why would Qi Delong risk his life to see her now when the two armies were at war, especially since she had teamed up with others to hurt him? Was he here to question her or something
Freiling was in a state of confusion, but his face showed no sign of it. After Qi Delong was brought in, Freiling slowly calmed down.
"Go down."
"yes!"
Freiling asked all his guards to leave the tent, and then set up several isolation formations in the tent before he dared to look at Qi Delong.
"What are you doing here?"
Flyling tried to keep himself calm, then sat in a chair and didn't look at Chidron, trying to be businesslike.
Chidron was silent for a moment, and then, before Freiling's patience wore out, he spoke: "Are you okay?"
How are you
Frelin looked at Qi Delong in disbelief. When she saw the deep affection in Qi Delong's eyes, Frelin almost couldn't control herself.
"Don't you hate me? I colluded with others to make you unconscious, and now I am bringing people to attack the East that you are guarding. Now that it has come to this, don't you hate me?"